Sex Life Snapshot

He came in my mouth. It was a late night date with a local play partner. He wanted to hurt someone. I wanted to serve and hurt. I took what he wanted to throw at me.

I looked up at him with a steady gaze as I had done throughout the scene. My back and ass still red and warm. His cum dripping from one corner of my mouth.

He rested his hand on my face, and I rubbed my mouth and cheek against his open palm as if I were an affectionate kitten.

Sometime later, we lay in his bed. I was sprawled across his naked chest, watching smoke curl and billow from his cigarette.
“You know,” He broke the silence. “I just have to say… That moment when you nuzzled my hand. It really did look like a sweet submissive gesture. But then I realized, no. You just wanted to get the cum off of your face.”

I dissolved into laughter. He went on.

“You did it with such grace, it was really quite convincing. I was this close from rubbing it back on your face, but decided not to. But I knew was going on.”

He put out his cigarette.

“You know what gave it away? You went a little too wide. Were it really a submission thing, it would just have been your lips. But still. I’m almost impressed. A lesser man would have been fooled.”

Well, there goes that trick from up my sleeve.

…

Oh well. I have others.

~ by Sascha on December 17, 2008.